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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Apr 10, 2011 23:56:35 GMT -5
A PERFECT DAY
Friday had been the saddest day
That my young life had ever known
The loneliness that my heart felt
Just would not leave me alone
The clouds that filled the afternoon
With their darkness and their dread
Left remorseful feelings alive inside
Along with feelings that seemed so dead
On Saturday when I did awaken,
my world was much worse it seemed.
For the gloom and darkness it embraced,
left my mind aloof in sad daydreams.
Of what my eyes had seen to transpire,
on that dark cold Friday afternoon.
I only prayed and hope what was written,
would come to fruition so very soon.
As the last twenty four hours ticked away,
the hope in my heart did begin to rise.
For it began to beat so steady again,
waiting for the prophesied moment to arrive.
But many in the room praying around me,
saw their faith begin to slip and fade.
Not believing that what was happening,
would be much more than just another day
My heart awaiting the time to come closer,
anticipating the joy it would soon receive.
Felt the rhythms of the approaching moment,
for deep within it never failed to believe.
I heard the most beautiful melodies,
embracing me from within His tomb.
And upon hearing the hearty voices of angels,
I knew that He would be rising soon.
And the last twenty four hours did finally end,
sweeping my sadness and loneliness away.
Replacing it with pure joy, and happiness,
for He rose from the grave on a perfect day.
© Wendell A. Brown
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